AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 513 - 230 "Faceless" _2

Chapter 513: Chapter 230 "Faceless" _2

"Clang—"

The elevator doors parted like a drawbridge being opened, as if unveiling a sealed world.

However, the moment a gap formed as the elevator opened, it seemed as though an electric net enveloped Mu Daxian, Mao Feiyang, and Lin Yi simultaneously, causing their bodies to stiffen abruptly.

The elevator doors opened fully, revealing a spacious and brightly lit empty elevator car before them.

The elevator was normal, with all the lights on.

But the atmosphere was all wrong. Based on the Art Student’s "perception," an intangible and eerie cloud of darkness seemed to spread out like thousands of threads, tangling around their bodies...

Mu Daxian took a deep breath, maintaining his regular breathing rhythm, and slowly entered the elevator car with the Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang...

Mao Feiyang clenched his teeth and stepped in as well.

"Xiao Mao, press the elevator button, back to the Art Building... you know what to do," Mu Daxian’s voice suddenly took on a magnetic quality, as if endowed with some magic power, resembling a whisper from a Puppet Master.

The Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang, stiffened for a moment, his hollow gaze landing on the button panel, then his arm rigidly lifted, and as if driven by muscle memory, his hand flicked open the red glass cover on top of the button panel and pressed the "↑" button.

The elevator shook slightly, and the doors quickly receded, closing together like a giant’s mouth.

The moment the elevator closed, Mao Feiyang suddenly clutched his chest, bending over in distress.

He felt stifled and uncomfortable, as if swallowed by a giant object, like an adventurer stuck in a rocky crevice, facing a dilemma with no way forward or back...

Meanwhile, as the elevator started up, the interior lights began to flicker.

In the flickering light, Lin Yi caught sight of the Sneering Angels standing at the elevator doorway.

The two Sneering Angels stood silently there, their hands posed as if to cover their faces but not actually doing so, their evil smiles stretching to their ears. Their gaze was firmly fixed on the Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang, their eyes filled with covetous lust.

And sure enough, there were four more Sneering Angels standing in the corners of the elevator, facing the walls.

This was exactly the same as yesterday!

And this was the real reason why Mu Daxian and the others "quivered" the moment the elevator door opened!

Unlike last time, this time Mu Daxian, knowing the difficulty, went against the current, "ushering" in the Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang, along with Mao Feiyang into the elevator.

The four Sneering Angels, all making a bowing posture, hid their faces with their hands, facing the corners of the elevator.

Mao Feiyang, crouching on the floor and gasping for breath, felt as though no matter which angle he took, there was a Sneering Angel bumping his hindquarters into him—a sense of déjà vu.

He felt even more uncomfortable, with a sense of suffocation.

He also noticed that the Sneering Angels squatting in the elevator all had water droplets clinging to the feathers on their backs, with a faint glow surrounding them, unknown to mortals.

Some had empty hands, while others carried stone-carved hourglasses...

No matter what, the sand in those hourglasses had no sign of flowing, as if frozen in time.

As the lights in the elevator flickered, the four Sneering Angels began to turn stiffly and then slowly started to move.

Six Sneering Angels, plus the three people including Mu Daxian, nearly filled the elevator to capacity, with some Sneering Angels even moving through the body of the Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang, in a semi-ethereal form, like Obito with a Sharingan Eye mask.

The six Sneering Angels, like a coil of snakes, twined around the body of the Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang, greedily sucking the supernatural power within him.

Mu Daxian dared not even breathe heavily, his gaze fixated on the elevator’s floor indicator, as if silently counting the passage of time in his mind.

"I... I feel... so weak..." Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang, baffled, let out a somewhat hoarse voice.

Mu Daxian quickly supported it, ensuring a more perfect fit with the six Sneering Angels to avoid getting burnt: "It’s normal to feel dizzy in the elevator, just hang in there a bit longer, we’ll be heading back soon."

"Uh... okay..." Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang nodded, yet it hadn’t realized that its whole complexion had turned ashen and was getting paler and paler...

As it nodded, some cracks appeared on its neck, resembling the parched skin cracking due to dehydration.

Seeing those cracks, Mu Daxian’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but curse, "Fuck... using a Xiaomi and a rifle to fight a tank is really tough... not to mention there are goddamn six tanks..."

"I don’t know how much longer it can hold up..."

"Hang in there, Xiao Mao!" he cheered it on.

"Okay, okay..." Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang nodded again, which only exacerbated the spreading of the cracks.

Mu Daxian’s heart leaped to his throat, "Bro, you know that’s enough, for fuck’s sake don’t nod anymore, bro, don’t..."

"Okay, I got it, I got it..." the Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang, like it was brainless, nodded again as if by muscle memory, then there was a "crack" and it finally broke its own head off...

"Damn it!" Mu Daxian cursed silently, his hands moving quickly to catch the head, but just then a Sneering Angel floated out like a ghost, scaring Mu Daxian into retracting his hand hurriedly.

The head of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang then rolled and fell, thudding at Mao Feiyang’s feet.

Mao Feiyang glanced at it instinctively, and unfortunately caught a direct glimpse of the "face" that resembled his own mud-sculpted, waxen expression.

For a moment, as if a strange awareness shattered right before him, he felt an eerie sensation as if he were attending his own funeral...

Instinctively, he touched his own neck and was then horrified to discover that the spot where his hand lay seemed to also have developed some fine cracks...

"This is bad...!"

Mao Feiyang’s heart trembled violently.

Before he could react, he saw another Sneering Angel fall lightly like a fluff of willow, bending over as though sniffing the smell of that skull...

This Sneering Angel emitted a misty vapor all around its body, like a sculpture that had been battered by wind and rain in a displaced time-space. Its feathers, while stone-like in texture, gave off a sticky and slimy feeling.

It greedily sucked at the supernatural power emanating from Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s somewhat damaged skull, sinister and chilling, as if it were snatching souls and seizing lives.

"I... I feel something’s not right... I seem... unable to feel my body..." The vacant expression on Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s face finally showed some signs of fear.

Mu Daxian quickly used his foot to pry its face away, lest it see its "body" and distorts its perception at a critical moment.

"Xiao Mao, you’re just tired, don’t worry, we’re almost there." Mu Daxian said hurriedly, "Do you still remember your Identity information? Quickly recite it!"

"Okay, okay... I’m Mao Feiyang, my Art Student ID number is... X02305070323... I’m Mao Feiyang, I..."

The severed head began repeating Mao Feiyang’s Identity information, and at the same time, sharply jolted Mao Feiyang to awareness.

He clenched the Student Souvenir Coin in his pocket tightly and thought fiercely, ’Right, I am—no, I am not! I am not yet!’

Mao Feiyang’s spirit quickly pivoted, barely anchoring his Identity before forcefully righting himself again.

Managing to do so wasn’t just because of his rapid stress response but also because he caught a glimpse of the Sneering Angel’s feathers, quivering slightly...

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but at that moment, he felt as if... he had been scanned by something.